Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.